10/12/201022/10/2010politiqueComment est-il possible, encore de croire aux politiciens?
Encore de croire que faire la grève, de voter, ou d'interagir avec leur sphère va pouvoir modifier qq'chose?
26/07/201015/04/2010because i like ithttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-NOZU2iPA8&feature=player_embedded 12/02/2010merci bebethurhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJlPEHL85Ig&feature=related
après avoir découvert single man dances to SINGLES LADIES 11/07/2009et voila le petit tout mignon que les pigeons nous ont amenés21/04/2009zik - Saint ValentinYeah
J'laisse la lumière allumée et j'garde mes chaussettes
J'vais la limer jusqu'à c'qu'elle soit couchée et qu'elle voit des clochettes
J'adore les p'tites coquines avec des couettes et des faussettes
J'te rends misérable ... tes copines vont t'appeler Cosette
J'ai des positions inconnues pour que tu goûtes au vrai bonheur
Parce que j'me branle sur Canal+ et j'ai jamais eu l'décodeur
Et le lendemain matin, elles en redemandent, 'se mettent à trépigner
(Mais ferme ta gueule) ou tu vas t'faire marie-trintigner
J'te l'dis gentiment, j'suis pas là pour faire de sentiments
J'suis là pour te mettre 21 centimètres
Tu seras ma petite chienne et je serai ton gentil maître
J'ai une main sur la chatte, une main sur un sein et j'deviens ambidextre
En vitesse, en finesse, j't'offre une pilule anti-stress
Excuse-moi miss, laisse-moi dégrader tes p'tites fesses
On fait notre business en toute discrétion, j'en parlerais pas
J'te jure qu'on t'verra pas à la caméra...
J'te ferai le coup de la panne et j't'emmènerai dans les bois
Avant l'amour j'serai romantique et j'te mettrai des doigts
J'bois, baise, jusqu'à c'que t'en sois mal en point
Je t'aime, suce ma bite pour la Saint-Valentin
J'aime pas trop les 14 février
Tout l'temps seul à force de m'faire griller
J'te tèje la veille et j'te r'baise le lendemain
Suce ma bite pour la Saint-Valentin 10/12/2008Coyote, Iktome, and the rockCoyote was walking with his friend Iktome. Along their path stood Iya, the rock. This was not just any rock; it was special. It had those spidery lines of green moss all over it, the kind that tell a story. Iya had power.
Coyote said : "Why, this is a nice-looking rock. I think it had power."
Coyote took off the thick blanket he was wearing and put it on the rock. "Here, Iya, take this as a present. Take this blanket, friend rock, to keep you from freezing. You must feel cold."
"Wow, a giveaway!" said Iktome. "You sure are in a giving mood today, friend."
"Ah, it's nothing. I'm always giving things away. Iya looks real nice in my blanket."
"His blanket, now". Said Iktome.
The two friends went on. pretty soon a cold rain started. The rain turned to hail. The hail turned to slush. Coyote and Iktome took refuge in a cave, which was cold and wet. Iktome was all right ; he had a thick buffalo robe. Coyote had only his shirt, and he was shivering. He was freezing. His teeth were chattering.
"Kola, friend of mine, " coyote said to Iktome, "go back and get me my fine blanket. I need it, and that rock has no use for it. He's been getting along without a blanket for ages. Hurry, I'm freezing!"
Iktome went back to Iya, saying : "Can i have that blanket back, please?"
The rock said : "No, i like it. What is given is given."
Iktome returned and told coyote : "He won't give it back."
"that no-good, ungreatfull rock!" said Coyote. "Has he paid for the blanket? Has he worked for it? I'll go get it myself."
"Friend," said Iktome, "Tunka, Iya, the rock---there's a lot of power there! Maybe you should let him keep it."
"Are you crazy? this is an expensive blanket of many colors and great thickness. I'll go talk to him."
Coyote went back and told Iya : " Hey, rock! What the meaning of this? What do you need a blanket for? Let me have it back right now!"
"No," said the rock, "what is given is given."
"You're a bad rock! Don't you care that i'm freezing to death? that I'll catch a cold?" Coyote jerked the blanket away from Iya and put it on. "So there ; that's the end of it."
"By no means the end, " said the rock.
Coyote went back to the cave. The rain and hail stopped and the sun came out again, so Coyote and Iktome sat before the cave, sunning themselives, eating pemmican and fry-bread and wojapi, berry soup. After eating, the took out their pipes and had a smoke.
All of a sudden Iktome said : "What's that noise?"
"What noice? i don't hear anything."
"A crashing, a rumble far off."
"Yes, kola, i hear it now."
"Friend Coyote, it's getting stronger and nearer, like thunder or an earthquake."
"It is rather strong and loud. I wonder what it can be."
"I have a pretty good idea, friend," said Iktome.
Then they saw the great rock. It was Iya, rolling, thundering, crashing upon them.
"Friend, let's run for it!" cried Iktome ; "Iya means to kill us!"
The two ran as fast as they could while the rock rolled after them, coming closer and closer.
"Friend, let's swim the river. The rock is so heavy, he sure can't swim!" cried Iktome. So they swam the river, but Iya, the great rock, also swam over the river as if he had been made of wood.
"Friend, into the timber, among the big trees," cried Coyote. "That big rock surely can't get throught this thick forest." They ran among the trees, but large Iya came roling along after them, shivering and splintering the big pines to pieces, left and right.
The two came out on the flats. "Oh! oh!" cried Iktome, Spider man. "Friend Coyote, this is really not my quarrel. I just remebered, i have pressing business to attend to. So long!" Iktome rolled himself into a tiny ball and became a spider. HE dissappered into a mousehole.
Coyote ran on and on, the big rock thundering close at his heels. Then Iya, the big rock, rolled over Coyote, flattening him out altogether.
Iya took the blanket and rolled back to his own place, saying "So there!"
A wasichu rancher riding along saw Coyote lying there all flattened out. "What a nice rug!" Said the rancher, picking Coyote up, and he took the rug home.
The rancher put Coyote right in front of his fireplace. Whenever Coyote is killed, he can make himself come into life again, but it took hime the whole night to puff himself up into his usual shape. in the morning the Rancher's wife told her husband : " Ijust saw you rug running away."
Kola, hear this : Always be generous in heart. if you have something to give, give it forever.
- Jenny leading cloud in white river
South dakota, 1967
09/12/2008The flying Head
In Days long past, evil monsters and spirits preyed upon humans. As long as the sun was shining, the monsters hid unseen in deep caves, but on stormy nights they came out of their dens and prowled the earht. the most terrible of all was the freat Flying Head. though only a scowling, snarling head without a body, it was four times as tall as the tallest man. Its skin was so thick and matted with hair that no weapon could penetrate it. Twi huge bird wings grew from either side of its cheeks, and with them it could soar into the sky or dive down , floating, like a buzzard. enstead of teeth, the flying head had a mouth full of huge, piercing gans with which it seized and devoured its prey. and everything was prey to this monster, every living being, including people.
One dark night a yound women alone with her babu was sitting in a longhouse. Everybody had fled and hidden, because someone had seen the great flying head darting among the treetops of the forest. The young mother had not run because, as she said to herself, "Someone must make a stand against this monster. It mght as well be me." So she sat by the hearth, building a big fire, heating in the falmes a number of large, red-hot, glowing stones.
She sat waiting and watching, until suddenly the Flying Head appeared in the door. Grinnin horribly, it looked into the longhouse, but she pretended not to see it and acted as if she were cooking a meal. She made believe that she was eating some of the red hot rocks, picking them up with a forked sitck and seeming to put them into her mout. (In reality she passed them behind her face and dropped them on the ground.) All the while she was smacking her lips, exclaiming "Ah, how good this is! What wonderfull food! Never has anyone feasted on meat like this!"
Hearing her, the monster could not restrain itself. it thurst its head deep inside the lodge, opened its jaws wide, and seized and swalloed in one mighty gulp the whole heap of glowing, hissing rocks. As soon as it had swallowed, the monster uttered a trerrible cry which echoed throughout the land. With wings flapping the Great Flying Head fled, screaming screaming, screaming over the mountains, stramsn and forest, screaming so that the biggest trees were shaking, screaming until the earth trembled, screaming until the leaves fell from the branches. At last the screams were fadinfg away in the distance, fading and fading until at last they could no longer be heard. Then the people everywhere could take their hands from their ears and breath safely. After that the Flying Head was never seen again, and nobody knows what became of it.
-Retold from a 1902 tale. 03/12/2008Rabbit Boy
[White River Sioux]
In the old, old days, before Colombus "discovered" us, as they say, we were even closer to the animals than we are now. Many people could understand the animal languages; they could talk to a bird, gossip with a butterfly. Animals coud changes themselves into people, and people into animals. It was a time when the earth was not quite finished, when many kinds of mountains and streams, animals and plants came into being according to nature's plan.
In these Far gone days, hidden from us as in a mist, there lived a rabbit - a very lively, playful, good-hearted rabbit. One day this rabbbit was walking, enjoying hiimeslef, when he came across a clot of blood. How it got there, nobody knows. It looked like a blister, a little bladder full of red liquid. Well, the playfull rabbit began toying with that clot of blood, kicking it around as if it were a tiny ball.
Now, we Indians belive in Takuskanskan, the mysterious power of motion. Its spirit is in anything that moves. It animates things and makes them come alive. Well, the rabbit got into this strange moving power without even knowing it, and the motion of being kicked aournd, or rather the spirit of mthe motion began to work on the little blob of blood sio that it took shape, fomring a little gut. The rabbit kicked it some more, and the blob began to grow tiny hands and arms. The rabbit kept nudging it, and suddenly it had eyes and a beating heart. In this way the rabbit, with the help of the mysterious moving power, formed a humain being, a little boy. The rabbit called him WE-Ota-Wichasha, Much-Blood Boy, but he is better known as Rabbit Boy.
The rabbit took him to his wife, and both of them loved this strange little boy as if he were their only son. They dressed him up in a beautiful buckskin shirt, which they painted with the sacred Red color and decorated with designs made of porcupine quills. The boy grew up happily among the rabbits. When he was almost a man, the old rabbit took him aside and said : "Son, i must tell you that you are not what you think you are - a rabbit like me. You are human. We love you and we hate to let you go, but you must leave and find your own people."
Rabbit Boy started walking until he came to a village of human beings, where he saw boys who looked like himself. He went into the village. The people could not help staring at this strange boy in his beautiful buckskin clothes. "Where are you from?" they asked him. "I am from another village," said Rabbit Boy, though this was not true. There was no other village in the whole world, for as I told you, the earth was still ni its beginning.
In the village was a beautifull gil who fell in love with Rabbit Boy, not only for his fine clothes, but also for his good looks and kind hear. Her people, too, watned him to marry into the village, wanted a man with his great mystery power to live among them. And Rabbit Boy had a vision. In it he was wrestling with the sune, racing the sun, playing hand games with the sun - and always winning.
But, Iktome, the wicked Spider Man, the mean trickster, prankster and witch doctor, wanted'that beautifull girl for homself. He began to say bad things about Rabbit Boy. "Look at hom," Iktome said, "showing off his buckskin outfit to us who are too poor to have such fine things." And the men he also said : "How come you're letting him marry a girl from your village?" He also told them : "in case you want me to, i have a magic hoop to throw over that Rabbit Boy. It will make him helpless."
Several boys said, "Iktome is right." They were jealous of rabbit boy on account of his stranger power, his wisdom and generosity. They began to fight him, and spider man threw his magic hoop over hiim. though is had no effect on Rabbit boy, he pretended to be helpless to amuse himself.
The village boys and young men tied Rabbit Boy to a tree with raw hide thongs. All the time, the evil Spider man, Iktome, was encouraging them : "let'stake our butchering knives and cut him up!"
"Friends, kola-pila," said Rabbit Boy, "if you are going to kill me, let me sing my death song first." And his sang :
Friends, friends
I have fought the sun.
He tried to burn me up,
But he could not to it.
Even battling the sun,
I held my own.
After the death song, the villagers killed Rabbit Boy and cut hiim into chunks of meat, which they put in a soup pot. But Rabit Boy was not hurt easily. A storm arose, and a great cloud hid the face of the sun, turning everything into black night.
When the cloud was gone, the chunks of meat had disappeared without a trace. But those who had watched closely had sen the chunks forming up again into a body, had seen him going up to heaven on a beam of sunlight. A Wise old medicine man said, "This Rabbit Boy really has powerful medecine : he was gone to see the sun. Soon he will come back stronger that before, because up there he will be given the sun's power. Let's marry hom to that girls of ours."
But the jealous spider, Iktome, said, "Why bother about him? Look at me : I am much more powerful than Rabbit Boy! Here, tie me up up too ; Cut me up! Be quick!" Iktome thought he remembered Rabbit Boy's Song. He thought there was power in it - magic strength. But Iktome did not remember the words right. He sang :
Friends, friends,
I have fought the moon,
She tried to fight,
But I won.
Even battling the moon,
I came out on top.
They cut Iktome up, as he hald told them, but he never came to life again. The spider had finally outsmarted himself. Evil tricksters always do.
-Told by Jenny Leading Cloud in White River Rosebud.
Indian reservation, South Dakota, 1967.
Et voila l'heure des comtes a commencéVoila la Native American Medecine wheel
* Birth: South/Mouse, Salamander/Red, Green
* Child: West/Bear/Black, Blue
* Adult: North/Buffalo/White
* Death: East/Eagle, Raven/Yellow
30/11/200827/11/2008fibrillation ventriculaire :)j'ai compris ça aujourd'hui, chui contentEt voila
l'hypetrophie auriculaire gauche
lyricsj'ai noyé mon chagrin dans le creux des tes reins
j'ai noyé ma tristesse dans le creux de tes fesses
j'ai noyé mon ennuie dans le bleu de la nuit
j'ai noyé mon ambition dans le creux de ton fion 04/11/200827/10/2008hits from today :)Chemical Brothers - Do it again
The Pharcyde - Drop
Avril - be yourself
The shopping - tu fais quoi dans la vie Bobby WatsonM : Il y a une chose que je ne comprends pas. pourquoi à la rubrique de l'état civil, dans le journal, donne-t-ton toujorus l'âge des personnes décédées et jamais celui des nouveau-nés? C'est un non-sens.
Mme : je me le suis jamais demandé.
M : Tiens c'est écrit que Bobby Watson est mort.
Mme : Mon Dieu, le pauvre, quand est-ce qu'il est mort?
M : Pourquoi prends-tu cet air étonné? Tu le savais bien. Il est mort il y a deux ans. Tu te rappelles, on a été à son enterremment, il y a un an et demi.
Mme : Bien sûr que je me rappelle. JE me suis rappelé tout de suite, mais je ne comprnds pas pourquoi toi-même tu as été si étonné de voir ça sur le journal.
M : Ca n'y était pas sur le journal. Il y a déjà trois ans qu'on a parlé de son décès. Je m'en suis souvenu par assocation d'idées!
Mme : Dommage! Il était si bien conservé.
M : C'était le plus joli cadavre de Grande-grentagne! Il ne paraissait pas son âge. Pauvre Bobby, il y avait quatre qu'il était mort et il était encore chaud. Un veritable Cadavre vivant. Et comme il était gai!
Mme : La pauvre bobby.
M : Tu veux dire "le" pauvre Bobby.
Mme : Non c'est a sa femme que je pense. elle s'appelait comme lui, Bobby, Bobby Watson. Comme ils avaient le même nom, on pe pouvait pas les distinguer l'un de l'autre quand on lest voyais ensemble. Ce n'est qu'après sa mort à lui, qu'on a pu vraiment savoir qui était l'un et qui était l'autre. pourtant, aujourd'hui encore, il y a des gens qui la confondent avec le mort et lui présentent des condoléances. Tu la connais?
M : Je ne l'ai vue qu'une fois, par hasard à l'enterrement de Bobby.
Mme : Je ne l'ai jamais vue. est-ce qu'elle est belle?
M : Elle a des traits réguliers et pourtant on ne peut pas dire qu'elle est belle.Elle est trop grande et trop forte. ses traits ne sont pas réguliers et pourtant on peut dire qu'elle est très belle. elle est un peu trop petite et trop maigre. Elle est professeur de chant.
Mme : Et quand pensent-ils se marier, tous les deux?
M : Le printemps prochain, au plus tard.
Mme : Il Faudra sans doute allerà leur mariage.
M : Il faudra leur faire un cadeau de noces. Je me demande lequel?
Mme : Pourquoi ne leur offririons-nous pas un des sept plateaux d'argent dont on nous a fait don à notre mariage à nous et qui ne nous ont jamais servi à rien?
Mme : C'est triste pour elle d'être demeurée veuve si jeune.
M : Heuresement qu'ils n'ont pas eu d'enfants.
Mme : Il ne leur manquait plus que cela! Des enfants! Pauvre femme, qu'est-ce qu'elle en aurait fait!
M : Elle est encore jeune. Elle peut très bien se remarier. Le deuil lui va si bien.
Mme : Mais qui prendra soin des enfants? Tu sais bien qu'ils ont un garçon et une fille. Comment s'appelent-ils?
M : Bobby et Bobby comme leurs parents. l'oncle de bobby watson, le vieux bobby watson est riche et il aime le garçon. Il pourrait très bien se charger de l'éducation de Bobby
Mme : Ce serait naturel. Et la tante de Bobby Watson, la vieille Bobby watson pourrait très bien, à son tour, se charger de l'éducation de bobby watson, la fille de bobby watson. Comme ça, la maman de Bobby watson, Bobby, pourrait se remarier. Elle a quelqu'un en vue?
M : Oui, un cousin de Bobby Watson
Mme : Qui? Bobby Watson?
M : De quel bobby Watson parles-tu?
Mme : De bobby watson, le fils du vieux Bobby Watson l'autre oncle de bobby Watson, le mort.
M : Non, ce n'est pas celui la, c'est un autre. C'est Bobby Watson, le fils de la vieille Bobby Watson la tante de bobby watson, le mort.
Mme : Tu veux parler de Bobby Watson, le commis-voyageur?
M : Tous les bobby watson sont des commis-voyageur.
Mme : Quel dur métier! Pourtant, on y fait des bonnes affaires.
M : Oui, quand il n'y a pas de concurrence.
E. Ionesco
La cantatrice chauve 20/10/2008vive le professeur Bletry.Et oui aujourd'hui c'est arrivé :)
Notre chef de service, grand ponte, qui essaye toujours de montrer que c'est lui le meilleur en nous étalant une confiture à 8 Saveurs, pour expliciter très clairement et ce uniquement au devant des patients, car c'est encore plus excitant d'humilieur un externe devant un public.
Ce temps, mes frères, est révolu!!
Et oui aujourd'hui un nouvelle ère commence, Car aujourd'hui le chef de service s'est endormi en staff radio.
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